Not to be outdone by her brother, Allegra decided to bring a furry prize inside today to show off for Luke. Only instead of demonstrating her agility she let it go just in time for Luke to watch it slowly mosey under our sofa (which, by the way, is too close to the ground for our cats to get under) and then proceeded to plop down with satisfaction. This time, Luke got the privileged role of freaking out as we problem-solved how to get it out from under the couch and back into the yard. Turns out this field mouse was not just the biggest, furriest mouse either of us had ever seen, it was also retarded. Seriously. It was living proof that Darwin is outdated and survival of the fittest is a crock of shit. It just bounced, slowly, with no concern for flight or speed whatsoever. We had to literally toss it out of the house with the broom. And even then, it just sat there by our front door until we pushed it along to the edge of the driveway into the grass.
I guess this is spring?